we were
slow dancing
in a snow globe
of our own lovebut somehow
we slipped
and smashed
on the floornow we're stuck
cleaning up
this mess like
it's still lovebut deep down
we know
our love
is no more//can you hear the melancholy piano playing when you read this? i can//
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